Lyrics

Lift, Lift your head
Myth, So pristine/And white with age/Walk with me/Speak to me
Saint, I don’t know your name/But your voice so strong/Speaks through the glass/Speaks through the ground/An empty phrase/A hollow sound
Calm, Quite severe/Leave your throne/A mind so clear/You feel no pain/An end so near/You taste the blood
How long?